Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 408 Black Mist Surges
The moment the black fog spread, Jon felt a strong sense of crisis.
Without hesitation, he released the spell of stopping in the ring, wrapped his body up, and at the same time used the spell of levitation, and the whole person flew off the ground!
The black fog instantly enveloped the entire library. At the same time, Brandon stretched out his wand and pointed it at Jon's location.
The black mist seemed to be completely under his control, and immediately rushed towards John who was already floating in the air!
Jon didn't dare to rely on the spell of stopping on his body to take the attack directly. The black fog gave him a very bad premonition. Even with the magic of the ring on his body, he had no way to resist. He could only try his best to dodge in the air to avoid the pursuit of the black fog.
"I have never underestimated you, Jon Green. The fact that you were able to kill Bella and the others, no matter what means you used, is enough to prove your strength." Brandon's voice rang out loudly in the library. "The master helped me make perfect preparations. No matter how good you are at fighting, how can you resist the master's power? Today is the place where you will die!"
As he spoke, the tip of the wand lit up with a pale green light, and the killing curse suddenly shot out from it in the next second!
Although Jon's attention was always on the black fog, he did not completely ignore Brandon's actions. The moment he saw the green light, he suddenly moved to the left and avoided the attack.
In other words, his physical fitness and reaction can keep up now, otherwise the situation just now would have forced him into a miserable state even if it didn't take his life.
On the ground, the Sphinx that had been hiding in the library lobby keenly sensed something was wrong the moment the black fog spread. It ran and tried to rush out of the library, but before it could break open the door, the black fog had already wrapped around it.
The next moment, the Sphinx let out a miserable wail, and then, when the black mist dissipated from it, it made no sound anymore, leaving only a terrified and gray face.
Of course, John also noticed the changes in the Sphinx. He was actually not unfamiliar with this black mist. It was a standard product of Voldemort.
But what Brandon released at this moment gave him a distinctly different feeling, and the root of this was most likely the black gem ring.
Although John is still not sure, this black ring can only remind him of one thing in the original book, the Three Deathly Hallows and one of Voldemort's Horcruxes - the Resurrection Stone Ring!
Among the three holy artifacts, the Elder Wand has the most direct effect, which can enhance all the magic of the user. The invisibility cloak is also the most transparent, a cloak with a permanent invisibility effect. Only the Resurrection Stone is not described in much in the original book, and its specific effect is also rather vague. In any case, it is definitely not as simple as directly resurrecting a person completely.
Just as Jon was thinking about whether to escape from the library first or enter the room blocked by the Sphinx behind him, the Sphinx, which had lost all its life and was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up again!
But it looked unconscious after being "resurrected", more like a soulless zombie, and its eyes were fixed on Jon in mid-air with an expression of hatred.
Yin corpse!
Jon naturally recognized the current state of the Sphinx. His heart sank slightly, and he became even more wary of the black fog below. Then, after considering that the door behind him that might hide the Triwizard Cup might not be so easy to open, he decisively used a spell to blow up a window of the library!
Lestrange obviously noticed John's movements, and they raised their wands together to try to hinder John's actions, thereby delaying time and giving the Black Mist a chance to catch him.
However, Jon's movements were obviously much faster than they had imagined.
When he broke the window, he made a feint and pretended to retreat into the wooden door at the end of the restricted area. In fact, he secretly approached the window closest to him, silently cast a blasting spell to blow it up, and then rushed out immediately.
The Lestrange father and son's plan to stop him was obviously too late. Before their spells could be fired from their wands, John had already rushed out of the library. The black mist seemed to have its own consciousness and did not need anyone's control at all. It followed him out of the library!
The Hogwarts Library is located on the second floor of the castle.
In fact, it is very simple for Jon to solve the trouble now. As long as he can open the door of the castle with the black fog and let people outside see the existence of the black fog, then at least Rozier and the referees of the Federation will not remain indifferent. This is also his opportunity.
But obviously, the black fog didn't want to give Jon this opportunity. When rushing out of the library, Jon could clearly see that part of the black fog had penetrated the floor and blocked the stairs to the first floor in advance, just to prevent Jon from trying to escape from the first floor.
But Jon was not a stubborn person. After realizing that going from the first floor was no longer feasible, he immediately started flying up the stairs towards the higher floors of the castle.
Since the main gate is blocked, the worst that can happen is that you don't go through the main gate. You can find a tower and fight the black fog from there, which will have the same effect!
John's flying speed was obviously not as fast as that of the black fog. He could only take advantage of the intricate terrain of the castle and keep pulling, thus flying from the second floor to the fifth floor.
"Where's the nearest tower?"
He was asking the Sorting Hat a question.
Although he had been in this castle for more than half a year, he was not as familiar with it as the Sorting Hat.
"You have to go to the eighth floor first. The tower closest to the staircase you are on is the former Gryffindor common room. Only after you reach the eighth floor can you reach it through the long staircase over there."
The next second after Jon heard this answer, he suddenly lunged forward as if he had a premonition!
At the moment he fell, black mist spread over his head. If he had reacted for half a second, he would have been completely sucked into it.
Jon didn't even have time to feel relieved after escaping this attack. He turned around and left from the stairs without saying a word!
It was definitely impossible to go forward as the black fog had already surpassed him and was ahead of him. He could only temporarily change his route.
"There's no staircase ahead!"
"There are seven more classrooms ahead, and there is another staircase. The tower closest to this staircase is also the Gryffindor Tower."
As if the Sorting Hat could sense that John was in a very dangerous situation, the voice of the Sorting Hat began to become more anxious.
John is indeed under a lot of pressure now. He dare not let the black mist touch him, and he has no way to deal with it for the time being. Fortunately, the Lestrange father and son are not so fast, and they can't help the black mist to assist.
As for the Triwizard Cup that might be hidden in the library, Jon could only hope that there was more than one Sphinx blocking the road to the Triwizard Cup.
This time, Jon's rush to the eighth floor was much smoother than before.
Perhaps because a lot of bodies were used to block John's other possible escape routes, the speed of the black fog was obviously slowed down a lot, allowing John to successfully run to the eighth floor and find the stairs leading to the Gryffindor lounge tower.
"I remember that towers like the Gryffindor common room seemed to be sealed?"
"That used to be Gryffindor's common room, but after the Dark Lord took control of Hogwarts Castle, it was abandoned and turned into a utility room, and the protective magic inside was weakened. You can go directly to the girls' dormitory after reaching the common room. There is a large stained glass there. Break the glass and people outside the castle will be able to see your situation!"
John can only give the Sorting Hat all his trust now. After all, he has no other option to make a decision.
But on the way to the Gryffindor common room, Jon still felt something was wrong.
The black fog chasing after him was much thinner than when he was in the library just now, and therefore its speed had slowed down. Now it seemed that it could only follow behind him to prevent him from losing him.
Jon felt a little worried, but he really didn't have any other choice. Moreover, he had already flown up the stairs that only led to Gryffindor Tower. Even if he wanted to turn back, it was impossible.
Soon Jon saw the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.
In the original book, there should be a portrait called the Fat Lady guarding this place, and only when a password is given will a passage be made open for people to crawl in. But now, before he even got close to the entrance, he saw a huge hole in the wall, and from the outside he could see that it was cluttered with all kinds of debris.
Jon flew into the Gryffindor common room, which had indeed become a storage room, with messy desks and chairs, various collected magic joke toys, as well as a series of old armor, broomsticks, cauldrons and other things thrown away at random.
Without paying too much attention to the situation in the lounge, under the guidance of the Sorting Hat, Jon quickly found the stairs that led to the girls' dormitory .
He rushed up the stairs and came to the dormitory corridor, and saw the huge stained glass that the Sorting Hat told him about. According to the direction of the glass, this position should be facing the direction of the Quidditch stadium audience seats.
As long as he could break the glass, he would be able to alert the people on the court! He could also ensure that he could escape from the castle!
However, just as John raised his wand towards the stained glass, a cloud of black mist suddenly and silently rose from under the glass, completely covering the entire glass!
It had discovered Jon's intention early on and had made preparations in advance!
At this time, Jon's front and back were completely blocked by the black fog that split into two ends. The doors of the surrounding dormitories were tightly closed. Even if he could use the unlocking spell to open them, this time was enough for the black fog to swallow him up.
Jon was in a dead end.
The corridor was narrow and he had no room to escape.
Just as the black fog that surrounded him was slowly gathering, Jon suddenly looked in front of him with a calm expression.
"Voldemort."
The moment he uttered this name, the surrounding black fog suddenly stopped.
"I know it's you. No matter how powerful a normal magic is, it's impossible for you to think about such a place, let alone be so familiar with Hogwarts Castle."
Jon's voice echoed in the corridor, and after he finished speaking, the originally still black fog surged, and soon, a young and handsome upper body made of black fog appeared in front of Jon.
"You're really smart, Jon. Really smart."
Voldemort's voice was a little dull, as if it was covered by fog.
"It would be great if you were not a Mudblood, but a Pureblood or even a Half-blood."
He expressed his feelings, but his cold gaze never left Jon for a moment.
Jon wasn't fooled by his words;
"Of course, birth determines everything in your place, but in our opinion, bloodline is nonsense. What matters most is a person's thoughts and talents, right?"
"Of course, you are right. It is a truth that everyone agrees with." Voldemort wandered in the black fog, staring at John. "But why do so many people still believe in the bloodline theory I proposed from the bottom of their hearts? It's for the benefit! My theory can bring them enough benefits! With these, what does it matter whether it is right or wrong?"
Jon appeared calm on the surface, but his body was actually tense. At the same time, his hands hidden in his sleeves were moving closer to his inner pocket little by little according to what the Sorting Hat said in his mind.
As if he could see that Voldemort didn't really want to talk to him about these things, John directly brought up another topic that would inevitably attract his attention.
"You are not the real Voldemort, are you? You are just one of his split souls."
Sure enough, Voldemort, who was approaching John, stopped his action again. He seemed a little puzzled as to how John knew so much.
"Did that old fellow Dumbledore tell you?"
Jon took a deep breath.
"I also know a lot about you, Voldemort, or Mr. Tom Riddle..."
However, just when John thought he could drag on some time, the black fog around Voldemort suddenly boiled over, and his sarcastic laughter echoed throughout the corridor!
"You still want to play these little tricks in front of me! Who do you think I am!"
The black fog almost submerged John in the blink of an eye, but at the same moment, John's hand had already reached into the Sorting Hat!
In this corridor completely shrouded in darkness, Jon drew out a sword with a gleaming edge.
The sword light pierced through the black fog!
